I heard the sound of the lesser-spotted nocturnal ar$ehole, (or to be given his proper name, chavvy fannybaws-nedious) awoken from his drunken stupor from the previous nights debauchery by his second most feared enemy, daylight.
The first being the fuzz, however they have become very sly in avoiding the fuzz. They have discovered that if they do not act like complete c*ckends they will not do a 'weekender'.
However, if they are certain there are no fuzz around, they tend to attract each other with calls of 'Hello, Hello, we are the billy bhoys' or 'If ye cannae dae the bouncy yer a tim' and congregate in the most inconvenient of places; street corners, outside the local off licence or convenience store.
I took the pups out for a walk shortly after hearing their first calls, and within 100 yards the lesser-spotted nocturnal ar$ehole's scattered with chav abandon, shouting, 'bolt man! he's a copper wi polis dugs!'
I love my pups.
